Chapter 6

" ... So just let her go, she'll follow me all by herself," I promised Chris. "Carmy's a good horse, just give her some slack ... There you go ... But not too much. You gotta let her know you're there too."

"Uh ... O-O-Oh ... Ow!" Chris was bouncing his butt off the saddle.

"You have to relax. Just ride the horse, Chris. Kind of move with her..." I undulated my body in an exaggerated way to show him what I meant, and it was hard to keep from laughing.

"Ka-ay ... My bu-utt is already so-ore..." He frowned, his head jerking as the horse moved. Chris looked like a little boy and it was cute.

"I bet!" I giggled, remembering how Mark had really fucked Chris hard the night before.

"Slo-ow down..." Chris bounced.

"This is slow." I shook my head. "We're walking ... We can do a little trotting if you want, maybe that would be better."

"Is tha-at running?"

"No, not really. It's kind of a fast walk."

"Uh no-o thanks."

He really wasn't much for riding a horse, but all he'd ever been on was a pony at a carnival once, I think. I'd grown up with horses, so riding was pretty easy for me. Mark too, he had his own horse. Chris would have to get a lot of practice in, I decided, since Mark and I rode a lot in the spring and summer. Winter sometimes too, just to exercise the horses. Carmy liked the snow.

I was riding Taffy and he wasn't bad, except he was wondering why we weren't running and he'd tug at the bit, jerk his head around and give me one big brown eye, like what was my problem? But I think even a canter would have tossed Chrissy off, and a gallop would have put him on his tender butt for sure. I figured I'd give him a mile or two before we picked it up; otherwise we'd never get to Mark's house.

I'd kind of hoped Chris could really ride, then we could have run the horses for awhile, taken a breather by Talbot Pond, and made out for awhile. But that didn't seem too likely. It was about six miles maybe, or seven at the most from my place to Mark's. That's as the crow flies, it's about twice that by road. I'd raced Mark plenty of times from his house to mine, Mark in his truck and me riding on Carmy, who wasn't even particularly fast, and I always won. We loved running and she was getting anxious too, even as good and patient as she was.

"Okay, were gonna go a little faster, Chris ... Ready?" I grinned over my shoulder at Chris and he just nodded.

He was doing better though; at least he'd stopped fighting the horse so much. It really was all about finding the rhythm and just moving your body with it. I clucked my tongue and gave Taffy some head and he was hoofing it at a nice easy gait. Behind me Chris tried to do the same and Carmy knew what she was doing anyway, she just wanted to keep up.

"Who-o-o-a..." Chris was bouncing again and this time it was harder.

"Just relax, come on ... Nice and easy, keep your body loose ... Don't hold your breath..." I was telling Chris like eight different things to do or not do, and probably I was just confusing him.

Horses don't really like to trot, I don't think. They don't mind walking, and they love to run, but trotting is more like work for a horse. Or just teasing really. But Chris got it soon enough. He was learning and pretty soon he could even talk and laugh without the horseback hiccups he was suffering from.

"Ready to run?" I looked at Chris and he was smiling, like he'd figured out a secret.

"Hey! I'm riding a horse!" He laughed.

"I see that. We're going to run them a bit, okay?" I repeated.

"Uh, okay." He nodded. "I'll try anyway."

"Good, just don't let her take off. Just follow me, okay? If Carmy starts getting too close, she'll turn and really try and go..."

"Uh..."

"So if that happens, just pull gently, not hard. That's the brakes, right? Just gently and shush her kinda, she knows what that means."

"Ummm ... Steph..."

I clucked my tongue and gave the reins a shake and we were off at a canter, which isn't quite a gallop, but it's a good pace for a horse. They could run a long ways like that and they liked it. I dropped my head a little and lifted my butt, riding with my thighs more than anything, but only cause I liked it that way. The saddle would come up and give my ass a little slap, my pussy too, once I was sitting the way I liked. I was already moist down there. Riding does that to me all by itself for some reason, and I could almost get off sometimes with a good long run.

We hadn't gone too far like that, maybe a minute or two, with me grinning over my shoulder every now and again to check Chris. He seemed okay at first and this was a good spot for running anyway. It was all tall grass and flat with wild wheat mostly. It was a field nobody used for anything and I wasn't even sure who owned it, us or one of the neighbors. But like I said, we hadn't gone too far before I caught sight of Carmy chasing off to the left, running hard and Chris was sort of clinging to her neck and yelling. She wasn't running scared or anything, not wild, just loose and without guidance.

It was kind of funny and kind of exciting, since he could fall off pretty easily and at a gallop that could lead to a lot of bad things. The fall itself wasn't terrible, but the landing tended to hurt. Getting a foot tangled in a stirrup wasn't too good either, but I'd warned him about that stuff as best I could, and I chided myself for wanting to run before he could walk.

"Yah! Go!" I put my heels to Taffy and it was like he'd been waiting for that all day. I shortened up on the reins and now I did have my ass up cause we were flying, and it was so much fun you wouldn't believe it. I wished sometimes I was really small, cause being a jockey had to be about the funnest thing in the world. Like being a racecar driver, or a fighter pilot, except better than either of those.

There wasn't anything mechanical about it, not even the reins or the stirrups, it was just me and the horse and it was like whatever I was thinking, Taffy was doing. The smallest pull was enough to turn well over a thousand pounds of horse going more than forty miles an hour as quick as I could want him to. A knee to Taffy's rubs would get him to drift, left or right, and we were of one mind. All we could hear was the wind and our hearts and our blood was pumping fast, and it was an awful lot like sex just then.

Taffy was our fastest horse too, being a quarter horse in his prime like he was. Carmy was an English hunter, which was great for riding, but she wouldn't outrun very many other horses. Not Taffy for sure, and I was alongside her quick, kind of hooking the reins with my left arm, which were loose around her neck, and then slowing us all down. It wasn't really hard to do; I'd chased down horses plenty of times, but never one with my boyfriend clinging to her neck.

Chris looked a little ... Well, terrified.

"Are you okay?" I asked Chris when we finally came to a stop, the horses barely breathing hard at all since the whole thing had taken about fifteen seconds, tops, but it had seemed a lot longer to Chris I was sure.

"I need to get down," he breathed and he was a little ashen.

"Okay." I smiled, but I didn't laugh or anything.

I slipped off Taffy and held both horses while Chris took his time getting off Carmy, sort of falling off really, and then stretching and rubbing his butt, and just walking around gingerly.

"The horse just kind of ... went ... I tried to stop her, but I started falling off and..." He had a lot of adrenaline.

"Yeah, that happens," I nodded. "It happens to me all the time."

I was standing close to Chris and I let the horses go, they just wanted to pull at the grass and eat the roots anyway. They weren't going to wander off.

"Really?" Chris looked at me and his blonde hair was all tangled up and in his bright blue eyes.

"No," I giggled and his hopeful smile sort of evaporated, so I hugged him and that made it better.

"I love you." I looked into his face. "Even if you can't ride a horse."

"I ... Yeah, I love you, Steph."

"Come here, down here ... Let's just lay down for a minute."

"But Mark..."

"He can wait, he ain't going anyplace." I was already sitting down, mashing long stiff weeds and grass under my butt. "Come on!" I giggled, pulling Chris down too so we could lie on our backs side by side...

"Hmmm ... This is kind of nice." Chris grinned at me, looking around and all we could see was a wall of weeds surrounding us, yellowish green with a big blue sky above.

"Yeah," I said, biting my lip. "Nobody around for like two miles in any direction either."

"Oh yeah?" Chris chuckled. "That's cool too."

"Really cool," I agreed. "You wanna do something?"

"What?"

"I don't know." I was playing all innocent because it was fun. "What do you want to do?"

"Ummm..." Chris sucked his lips like he was thinking about it and I pulled his left arm under me so I could lie close, on my left side facing him.

"We can do whatever you want," I giggled and I was tracing a finger around his t-shirt, over his chest.

"You're seriously sexy, you know that?" Chris turned his face to me and his lips were soft and red.

"Am I?" I licked my own lips.

"Yeah."

"So ... What are you gonna do about it, boyfriend?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, girlfriend." Chris smiled and he was getting bolder finally, the way I wanted him to be. For awhile there I wasnt sure he'd ever be able to say the F-word, a least to me, but now...

"Ohhh..." I sighed happily. "Will you kiss me first?"

"Oh yeah, Steph." He nodded and turned to his side and a moment later Chrissy's lips found mine.

I stroked my hand along his back while Chris slipped his left hand inside the loose sweatshirt I wore. I sighed into his warm, wet mouth when his hand cupped my bra covered breast, squeezing me gently and then harder, massaging my ripe young tit while I sucked his tongue.

When Chris started tugging at the soft cotton cups, pulling them down so he could find my nipples, I moaned with muffled agreement and reached behind me, undoing the clasp so that my bra fell loose around my breasts. I was instantly rewarded with Chrissy's fingers playing over my nipples, first one and then the other, pinching and pulling at my tender nubs of flesh until they were hard and thick and aching.

It was warm there in the grass, being so close to my boyfriend, being kissed and touched like that, and so I broke our kiss long enough to pull my sweatshirt over my head, shaking my long black hair free of the fleece. I was sitting up and Chris went on his back again, smiling up at me happily and he was so beautiful. His blonde hair was golden and wild now, so unlike the way he usually kept it neat and pulled back from his clear forehead. He was pretty, even beautiful laying there. His cheeks high and colored with excitement, his mouth parted slightly, and his lips swollen with a soft pout from our long kiss.

I smiled at him, knowing we didn't have as long as we wanted, but time enough at least for this. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down my legs, and then my panties as well, quickly and without hesitation. I wasn't shy with Chris, not now, not ever again. He'd seen and touched and kissed all of me and I loved him. I was naked under that afternoon sun, being admired as Chris drank me in, and I laughed with my cherry nipples rising and falling.

"Just stay there ... Like that," I told Chris, undoing his pants slowly. "I want to make love to you."

"Okay." He giggled at me and sucked in his flat, smooth tummy, both of us watching my fingers.

I undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees, but no further. I was naked, but Chris didn't have to be. I pulled down his underwear too and his cock was hard for me already, standing flat against his belly as he lay there. I was already wet. I'd gotten excited from the motion of riding Taffy first of all, and then our kissing, and now this. My pussy was melting inside, like soft wax I felt greasy and malleable. I wanted to reform my sex around Chrissy's penis and I straddled my boyfriend eagerly, watching his face and the both of us giggling.

"Ohhhh ... yes, Stephanie..." Chris took a deep breath through his nose as I slipped his cockhead against my slit and then inside.

"Is it ... Niccccce... ?" I sighed between my teeth, knowing it was and letting myself down slowly, so that Chris' cock filled me up completely.

"Yeah ... Nice..." Chris agreed and he put his hands on my hips but I laughed and pulled them off.

"No touching ... I'm going to fuck you..." I moved slowly. " ... Just me ... fucking ... you..."

"I want to touch you..." Chris breathed.

"I know," I giggled. "That's ... Uhmmm ... What's nice about it..."

"Jesus..." Chris swallowed thickly and his hands just kind of hovered around; he was unsure what to do with them.

"Here ... Hold mine..." I held my hands down for him and Chris found them quickly, our fingers interlocking and that was all the touching we'd be doing, except for his cock inside my pussy.

We pushed and pulled at each other like that, using our arms for leverage while we made love. His cock was deep inside me and I'd lift myself just a few inches before settling back down to give him a gentle grind of my pelvis against his. It was a nice way to do it, a sexy way and fun, and it felt so good it was unbelievable.

I was going to cum first, I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to help myself, I thought, a girl should cum first because if she didn't, she might not get the chance. That made me giggle, but it was lost when my cunt just seemed to collapse around Chrissy's cock, clasping him tightly as my whole body shivered with pleasure. I closed my eyes, smiling and lifting my face towards the suddenly too hot sun. I arched my back and Chris was holding my hands tight with his, letting me squeeze him hard while I rolled my ass wildly, fucking him almost desperately.

It was a good cum, a nice one and while I was coming down from it, feeling another orgasm lurking in the depths of tummy, Chris groaned beneath me. He was bucking himself up from the crushed grass beneath us, driving his cock inside me as best he could, and then cumming with a rush of heat into the wet trembling confines of my womb. I felt him indistinct, but warm and deep and I moved with the boy, sighing happily and watching the sweet countenance of pleasure that formed his face.

Even before he finished inside me, while his hard cock was still leaking his sperm, I lowered my breasts to his chest, my lips to his, and we were kissing hard. After five minutes of making love, which is all it took for us to cum, we needed five more minutes just to kiss and express the joy we found in being together. We wondered aloud and together how we'd ever survived for sixteen years without each other.

"Hey, Mr. Westin! Hey, Jordy!" I waved at Mark's dad and younger brother, Jordan.

They were loading sacks of feed corn onto the back end of a ten wheel flatbed already piled high with them. Chris and I were riding into their farm slowly and I was a little shy to get out of the saddle, because my jeans were seriously stained with the remains of our recent lovemaking. I should have thought to bring a towel or something, but I hadn't. Riding a horse will clean a girl out quick, but that only makes a bigger mess usually.

"Well, hey yourself, Stephanie." Mr. Westin grinned at me, standing up straight for a moment and his boy did the same.

"Hi, Stephanie," Jordan said. He looked like Mark except he was two years younger, and he gave me a big, welcoming smile.

"This is Chris Wheelock," I told them. "This is Mark's dad and his little brother, Jordan."

"Everybody calls me Jordy," the 15 year old nodded. "Mark was telling us about you guys."

"Hey, Mark! Stephanie's here," Mr. Westin was yelling. "Come on down from there."

"I hear ya, Pop." Mark grinned and he was in the back of the truck, climbing up some of the 50 kilo bags to see us.

He'd been stacking those heavy bags with one of the farm hands, a man named Rollie, but I never did know if or what that was short for. Or even if it was his first or last name. I'd heard Rollie had been in jail for stealing a car or something, but he seemed nice anyway. They were big, all four of those guys, tight with ripped muscles from working hard all day. Even Jordy looked like he could wrestle a bear down, especially since they were all hot and sweaty, and Mark and Rollie had taken off their shirts. It was a whole lot of nice for a girl to look at so far as I was concerned, Chris too I think, but he only had eyes for Mark.

"Hi, Mark." I smiled at him. "Hey, Rollie. You guys been busy, huh?"

"Nice to meet you, sir." Chris was still catching up with the introductions.

"Hey Steph." Mark gave me a grin and then a smile for Chris, but just a friendly one. "Hi Chris, Stephy giving you a good ride?"

"Heh!" Chris grinned and he knew what Mark was asking, he was learning quick how we liked to play. "Pretty good, but my butt is a little sore."

"That's a good sign," Mr. Westin laughed, not getting Chris' meaning at all.

"Yes sir, I hope so." Chris almost turned pink and we were all grinning.

"Come on inside, we'll get something to drink," Mark's dad jerked his head towards the house. "Then we got about three more tons and we'll be done out here."

"We'll be right in, Pop," Mark promised and I waited until Mr. Westin and Rollie were almost at the house before I got off my horse, Chris doing the same.

"What happened to you?" Jordy laughed at me and Mark was hopping off the back of the truck, slapping corn dust off his Levi's.

"Shut-up, Jordy. Go get some lemonade or something. Why do you have to embarrass her?" Mark lifted his hand like he was going to cuff the boy, and Jordy just gave his big brother a look like Mark could try it. They played like that a lot, since they were brothers, but they were real close to each other.

"Oh, I fell off," I shrugged, making something up for Jordy. "Landed in some marsh over there by the pond."

I looked behind me as if I could see my ass, and I knew I was pretty wet. All Chrissy's sperm and my own orgasm, plus all the natural juices ... Ugh! It was embarrassing and it looked more like I'd peed myself than fallen into anything.

"Looks like you had an accident," Jordy agreed and then he was walking away quickly because Mark was coming close. "I got some pants, if you wanna borrow some."

That wasn't as strange an offer as it sounds, really. Jordy and I were about the same height and I'd borrowed his clothes before, even some of his pants, and they fit so long as I wore a belt, or most usually just tied a rope around the waist like I was a hillbilly girl. But generally I didn't have to borrow his clothes a whole lot, just once in awhile after a hard ride when I wanted to take a shower before sitting down at Mrs. Westin's dinner table.

I felt at home at Mark's house almost as much as he felt at home in mine. We really did have it good when it came to each other's families. Maybe we were even spoiled by it, which probably made Chrissy's folks seem even that much stranger to us.

"Fell in the pond, huh?" Mark chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind the big stacks of feed corn, hiding us from the house.

"No," I said petulantly. "I fell in some bog."

"Fell in some Chrissy too, maybe?" Mark held me against his sweaty body and he was hard as a rock.

"Ummm ... I sort of sat on some Chris." I giggled and looked for our boyfriend, smiling at Chris and jerking my head so he'd join us.

Mark kissed me then, like he meant it too, pushing his big tongue in my mouth and sliding his hand down to my ass, squeezing that wet spot and knowing perfectly well what it was.

"So that's why you guys took so long, huh?" Mark wondered after half a minute of making me squirm happily, and then he reached for Chris, surprising him I think.

"We didn't take that long," Chrissy said and he was touching Mark's muscular chest, smiling at the other boy until Mark kissed him just like he'd kissed me.

"I hope your ass isn't too sore," Mark said softly and he was giving Chris a squeeze there too, feeling his boyfriend's butt under his big strong hand. "Come on, we'll get something to drink."

If Mark's dad looked just like Mark, which he did, being very tall with brown hair, brown eyes, and a killer body, Mark's mom didn't look anything like him at all. She was small and round, a few inches shorter than me, with wide hips and heavy breasts, long reddish hair with some white in it, not grey, just white. She had a nice face too. Not pretty, but nice and practical and smiling all the time. Mrs. Westin was a farmer's wife and a good one; it was all she'd ever wanted to be.

"Hi, Mrs. Westin!" I smiled and gave her a little wave and then excused myself promptly for the bathroom, intending to raid Jordy's room for a pair of shorts maybe.

Mark would be able to handle all the introductions and Chris would get along just fine, I was sure. Mark's family was just about the nicest and most normal people around, like they'd stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting or something. Mr. Westin wasn't going to give Chris a hard time for being pretty, or not having worked a farm all his life, or even for not playing football. Chris would be a guest in their home and a friend of Mark's, and if my mom was old school about stuff like that, she could have taken some lessons from Mark's parents.

I washed myself up good in the bathroom, practically taking a shower, really, and I wrapped a towel around my waist afterwards. I washed my panties out and rolled them up in my jeans, not really concerned with being naked under the towel. It was no big deal really, not for me at Mark's house.

"Hey." Jordy was waiting for me when I opened the bathroom door.

"Hi." I grinned.

"I figured you could use some clothes," he offered with a smile.

"Yeah." I looked down at my towel with a giggle. "I guess so."

Jordy was handsome, like his brother and I could have been going out with him just as easily as Mark, probably. He was actually a little closer to my age, being just 9 months younger. Mark was almost 15 months older than me. The brothers were exactly two years and two days different in age, so they usually celebrated one birthday on the one day in between them, on March 11th, which could be either cool or annoying, depending on their mood when you asked about it.

He had a crush on me too, Jordy did, and everyone knew it. Mark knew, and me of course, and even his parents were aware of it, but he was okay and I always treated him nice, without trying to lead him on or anything. I treated him like he was my own brother and he tried to treat me like a sister, but I knew it was hard sometimes. Jordy was a good kid though, like Mark, very smart and responsible and his parents were raising him right. If Jordy hadn't been Mark's brother, he would have been our boyfriend long ago, I was positive of that.